On the Water Part 13
At sea again the next morning, the 'Kajira' plowed through three foot swells on
our way to our next stop.
We had left at first light, dismantling the camp the night before and moving
everything back to the boat. This time the women helped carry things as we
loaded them up like pack horses. With their hands bound and their heads bridled
it was hard to think of any other practical use for them.
I have to say that my nude wife loaded down with camping gear beats the sight of
a mule doing the same job hands down!
The night passed with some interesting party games and a lot of sleep and then
we were on our way.
It was going to be an all day sail for we were heading to the island where
Desmond Kopachi had a villa, the site of the party the corpulent Leo had told us
about.
The party will already have started by the time we got there but Ben was
confident that we wouldn't miss much of it. He had spent part of the night
after we had put the women to bed early working on his charts and he assured me
that barring accidents and bad weather we would make it before sun down.
So here we were, at full sail, heading to a place where Laura and I would find
more people involved in the BDSM lifestyle than we ever thought we would ever
meet.
It was frightening and at the same time liberating. Laura and I would be able
to walk around these people without having to hide our kink from them, something
we couldn't do at home. Our only inhibitions would be our personal comforts.
To be honest I wasn't too worried about that, but I was curious as to what the
ladies had bought to wear to this party. I guess I would be finding out soon
enough.
Right now I sat at the helm next to Ben who was concentrating on the wind and
our course. Up ahead Amy and Laura struggled to finish their above deck duties
before heading below to tackle the below deck ones.
Ben had ordered all chores to be completed before they could get ready for the
party and the women had opted to complete everything in one go.
Fine by me!
Lunch, when it came, was sandwiches and milk which the girls brought up to us.
Ben and I were switching turns at the wheel so we ate up there. Amy and Laura
ate with us, kneeling on the deck and letting us feed them by hand.
"Everything done?" Ben asked them when we were all finished.
"Yes, Sir. All the cleaning is done!" Amy replied.
Ben nodded and left me at the helm as he did his inspection.
He came up from below with a short list of things he had found wrong and the
women jumped to action in their short hobbles to fix them before returning.
"Okay, nap time!" he said when they were once more kneeling in front of us.
"But you said we could start getting ready for the party!" Laura whined.
"That I did, and a nap is a part of getting ready. Believe me, you'll appreciate
the chance to rest."
"Okay." Laura said glumly.
"Yes Sir." Amy added.
"Laura!" I said from my place at the wheel. She looked over at me and smiled.
"Laura, I expect you to treat Ben with a little more respect than that. At least
call him Sir once and a while."
Laura's smile faded a little and she turned to Ben. "I'm sorry, Sir, I didn't
mean to offend you."
Ben looked back at me and winked before turning back to Laura. "Well I cant say
I'm not disappointed in you, Laura. I expected more from you, especially after
tasting the cane."
"I'm sorry Sir." she said, casting her eyes down. I watched her shift from a
normal kneeling position toward her Total Slave position. I wondered if she was
aware she was doing it? I glanced at Amy who watched the drama with bright eyes
and a small smile.
"Sorry isn't going to cut it any more, Laura." Ben went on. "Now that you and
Don have agreed to bring the cane into your lives you are going to have to watch
that casual attitude of yours. Leo is right you know, as beautiful as you are,
your discipline still needs work!"
"Yes Sir." Laura replied, all trace of her smile now gone. Her knees had slid
apart some more and while she hadn't placed her hands behind her neck she had
moved them to the outside of her thighs. I could also see that her nipples had
become erect...the little slave girl was enjoying this!
Ben walked the bouncing deck over to the built in seat on the far side of the
transom and sat down. "Come here, Laura!" he ordered.
Laura crawled over to him on her hands and knees, her feet still locked together
in the one foot hobble, her lovely breasts hanging down the way I love them to.
She resumed her kneeling position at his feet, this time bringing her hands up
behind her head.
"On my lap, face down." ordered our Captain.
This must have surprised Laura for she glanced up at him for a second. His
request could only mean one thing to her, that he was going to spank her. I
knew for a fact that her bottom was still quite tender from her caning, it was
something she was aware of each time she moved.
To Laura's credit though she didn't look over at me or hesitate, she knew that
both those moves might cost her extra. Instead she stood up and lay down over
Ben's lap, her hands still tight to the back of her neck.
Ben and I had both dressed in shorts and shirts today, and with Laura draped
over him you couldn't see Ben's shorts at all.
"Five spanks should do it I think, considering the welt I see upon your ass."
Ben said, a serious look on his face.
"Yes Sir." Laura said. I could barely hear her in that position over the wind
and the sound of the boat cutting through the water.
"Count them." Ben said.
"Yes Sir." replied my wife and I saw her take a deep breath.
Ben sat and waited patiently for her to let her breath out before striking her
buttocks with his hand. It wasn't a hard strike, not much more than just
letting his hand drop. But Laura jerked and yelped as the tender welt across her
rear cheeks caught the full force of the impact.
She bit her lip and sniffed.
"Guess that one doesn't count." Ben said after giving her a moment.
"No! I mean yes! I mean...One, Sir!" Laura said in a panic.
"You have to learn how to follow directions. We'll start again." Ben told her.
He raised his hand and struck her again, a little harder.
Laura yelped again. "One, Sir!"
Ben continued, at a slow and steady pace, and each time Laura screamed a little
louder.
"Two, Sir...Three, Sir...Ow! Four, Sir!....Five...Sir!"
He let her catch her breath after the last one and then told her to get off,
which she did sliding back down to her knees. I noticed that she didn't sit all
the way back on her ass this time.
"Now. What time is it?" Ben asked her.
"Nap time, Sir." Laura said.
"What time is it, Amy?" Ben called out.
"Nap time, Sir!" Amy replied. She had knelt in place though the whole thing,
her hands on the tops of her thighs. She probably didn't know I could see this
from my vantage point at the helm, but I saw that while Laura was getting
spanked that she had let one of her thumbs slowly caress the inside of one of
her thighs. It was obvious that she had been turned on by the display although
her smaller nipples gave less away.
"Go to our cabin, the both of you." Ben said. "Amy, I want you both in sleeping
position D, I'll be down to check on you shortly."
"Yes Sir." Amy said and she got up to head below.
Laura got up too and I called her over before she reached the hatch.
"Yes Sir?" she asked me, waddling over in her hobble. I could see that she was
fighting the urge to rub her behind. I could also see that her nipples were
standing out quite well. I waved her close and checked the weather between her
legs, apparently it was the wet season, just as I thought.
Laura blushed as I ran my finger through her light pubic hair. I chuckled.
"You little pain slut." I said quietly. "Go on!"
Laura smiled and followed Amy below.
"She'll get it." Ben said with a smile.
"Position D?" I laughed. Ben and his sleeping positions.
Over time Ben has developed a wide range of sleeping bondage positions for poor
Amy, enough to assign each of them a letter of the alphabet. He made her learn
them all by heart and ever since Amy usually spends the night sleeping in one of
them. He had sent me a copy of the entire list once and I saw that the
positions ran from simple bondage like her just having a set of cuffs on, to
extreme bondage like her being suspended from the ceiling in a hogtie upside
down.
Half the positions were ones Amy could get into herself, while the other half
definitely needed the help of a second pair of hands. Almost all were one way
bondages. That is once in, Amy would not be getting out without help.
Their position on the alphabet had no relation to how severe or benign each
position was, it was all totally random.
Quite often they would use chance to decide how Amy was to spend the night. They
would pick Scrabble letters out of a bag!
"Something simple." Ben said. "It should let them sleep and also keep them from
each other."
"Laura told me a little of what happened the last time we let them sleep
together." I said to him.
Ben nodded. "Yeah, Amy has mentioned a few things to me too."
"You okay with that?" I asked him.
"Yeah. I'm okay. I'll take the wheel for a while, why don't you go make sure
they're secure and go take a cat nap yourself. I think we'll be up late
tonight."
"Yes, Captain!" I said, throwing him a mock salute.
Ben chuckled. "I see Laura isn't the only one I'll have discipline problems
with!"
"Hey now!" I answered. "Don't think you're going to get ME across your knee!"
Ben laughed. "Naa, I'll have Amy do it!"
I laughed and went below.
I stopped at the door of the forward cabin and opened it suddenly, making the
women on the bed jump.
Both were lying on their backs, which must have been uncomfortable for their
recently striped buttocks. Their hobbles were still on and chained to rings at
the bottom of the bed, their wrist cuffs were chained over their heads to the
head of the bed, and they wore blindfolds.
"I'm just checking to make sure you're secure." I said, smiling at the two
beauties before me.
"Yes, Sir." they both said.
I walked around the bed to my wife and leaned over, giving her a nice long kiss
on the lips while I let my fingers roam over her helpless body for a moment.
She squirmed under my touch in a most delightful manner.
"Thank you Sir." she said with a smile when I pulled away.
"My pleasure." I answered.
I looked at Amy for a moment and then walked around to her side of the bed.
I leaned forward and kissed her too, letting my hands roam over her naked body
as well. She wriggled under my fingers and after a moments hesitation returned
my kiss.
I broke the kiss and stood up.
"Thank you, Sir." she said, copying my wife.
"Also, my pleasure." I replied, watching my wife who still held her smile on
her face.
"Of course, your pleasure counts first!" Amy said with a small smile.
It was an odd statement, don't ask me why I thought so. Something about it
brought down my mood a little bit.
"Get some sleep you two, we'll let you up in a few hours. No talking." I
ordered as I headed out the door.
I went back to our cabin and set the alarm on my watch to wake me in a couple of
hours.
I fell asleep wondering what was coming up.
There was still a fair amount of light in the sky when, according to the chart,
we were on approach to the island we were shooting for. I held the wind as long
as I dared then began dropping the sail.
Ben came out on deck at that moment and I had to admire his costume. Ben had
gone below when I relieved him to take a quick nap of his own before freeing the
girls and getting ready for the party. He had evidently decided to dress the
part, for nothing he wore could really have been worn in public at any place
else BUT a BDSM party.
He had on a leather half hood that covered his hair and face above his nose. His
shirt was fine silver chain mail with short sleeves that looked pretty good on
his muscled torso.
His pants were jet black and shiny and looked painted and were obviously latex,
but the most remarkable thing about them was the way they DIDN'T contain his
penis. His "Meat and two veg" were themselves wrapped in shiny latex and
displayed outside his pants. I wondered how he had the nerve.
"Nice outfit!" I said with a smile.
Ben chuckled. "Go take down the sail and stow it will you. It's murder doing
hard work in this thing!"
I laughed and got to work while Ben started the engine and took the helm.
As I was finishing a vision in black came up from below and stepped out on deck.
If all I had to go with was her face I would not have been able to identify her.
But knowing other things I could easily see it was Amy. She was dressed quite
literally from head to toe in shiny PVC, the very top of her head from just
above her forehead uncovered revealing her hair.
Her face was masked like Ben's, her eyes nose and mouth the only things visible.
The outfit flowed down her neck and down her body to a pair of stiff looking
boots with very high heels which she seemed to walk on just fine despite the
rocking of the boat. Her breasts were almost gone, but the tightness of the
entire outfit left no doubt that she was a woman and almost every muscle she had
was outlined, except for her waist. There she had on a corset that looked like
it started at her chest and ended just about mid thigh. It had squeezed her
already thin frame into an incredible hour glass shape and I wondered how she
breathed.
For a second I thought something was missing and then realized it was her arms.
They were gone!
That is, they had been pressed against her sides by the outfit, bound and
blended in so well that it looked like she had no arms at all! She wasn't going
to be doing much by herself, that was for sure!
As she walked toward Ben I saw one more wonderful part of her outfit. Her
posterior was completely bare, framed in a heart shaped opening that squeezed
her rear cheeks out and gave them more definition. Her cane marks were very
visible like this and I had to think that this was the entire point of the
outfit. Apart from the patches around her eyes, nose and mouth, her ass was the
only part of her body exposed.
"Very nice!" I said as I finished my work.
Amy turned and gave me a little curtsy, hard to do I thought in that get up.
"You should see Laura, Sir!" she said to me.
I couldn't wait, and didn't have to. She came right out at that moment.
She was stunning!
Her hair had been styled to give it a lot of body and fell in huge waves down
her back, her face was covered in a simple silver mask that covered her eyes
and ears and seemed to flow back to become a part of her silver collar.
The silver theme was carried through to her dress which stuck to her like
metallic paint, revealing that she too wore a corset that held her tightly from
just below her breasts to just above her pubic bone.
There the dress, made of a silver latex as I later found out, went from skin
tight to billowy, falling in deep folds to the deck. I wondered what she had on
underneath it!
The best part of what I could see though was how it covered her breasts. It
didn't.
Her breasts projected through two large holes in the front of the dress and were
covered at the nipples by what had to be nipple clamps. No pasties could have
held up the silver chain that connected her nipples together, nor the chains
that fell from each nipple a scant six inches to the silver manacles on her
wrists. Her wrists were also held together in front of her with a shorter
connecting chain.
I came down and stared at her. "You are so very beautiful!" I told my wife.
"Thank you." she said with a soft smile and flutter of her eye lashes.
I grinned and bent low, I had to see what was under that dress. I ducked under
the hem into a silvery world dominated by two lovely bare legs that stayed bare
all the way up to her waist. She wore nothing over her crotch at all and the
latex actually formed a bell shape over her lower body so none of it touched her
below the waist.
I could imagine that wearing this dress would feel very weird indeed as it went
from a crushing tightness to nothing at all. I bet she had to keep looking to
make sure she was covered up!
I looked down and saw that her feet were also bare except for a tiny set of
silver manacles the like of which I had never seen before. They were locked
about each big toe and were separated by only several inches or so of silver
chain. Quite remarkable. I grabbed the back of her thighs and pulled myself
up, giving her golden pussy a quick lick and a kiss before extracting myself.
I stood up to see Laura blushing and took another look at all my friends. "I
feel very under dressed." I said, wondering what I could put together.
"Your outfit is waiting for you in the single berth, Sir." Amy said to me.
"You have something for me already?" I asked.
"Of course, silly! Now go shower and shave before putting it on!" Laura said,
sounding more like the wife I knew before this trip.
"Yes, Dear." I said, laughing.
I showered, I shaved, and then a little nervous I went to see what they had
gotten me.
What I found was interesting. The pants were black latex but without the
addition on the front of Ben's. Instead my privates had no covering at all,
until I found the black leather loin cloth I was to wear over them. My shirt
was white and made out of several layers of silk. It was well bloused at the
waist and cuffs and fastened only to mid chest, I would be showing a lot of
chest hair today.
There was also a silk mask for my head that reminded me of something Zorro might
wear. Black, it covered my hair and face in much the same way Ben's half hood
did.
I left it off, but brought it with me.
My ensemble was finished with a pair of sturdy leather boots that almost came up
to my knees.
Everything fit well although I was nervous about the loin cloth. But then given
the way the women were dressed I thought why not!
When I came out on deck both women whistled, a startling break in their
discipline but I didn't care!
"You look great, Don!" Amy said.
"I could fall in love with you again!" Laura added, "Especially in that loin
cloth!"
Amy giggled. "If I had arms I'd check to see what was under that thing!"
Laura joined in. "If I had a free hand so would I!"
The women were having a good time and so was I. I turned to Ben who was busy
piloting the boat.
"You should put on your mask now, it's required at these events."
"Okay." I said, and donned the silk head piece. "Can I ask who picked out this
outfit?"
"We did." Laura said, speaking for her and Amy. "You do like it don't you?"
"Sure, at least you didn't give me Ben's pants!"
We all laughed and I caught Laura mouthing a word at me. "Horse."
I shook my finger at her.
"Look!" Amy said.
We all turned to the front of the boat.
We had been cruising around the island and were now entering a bay. Spread out
before us were a couple of dozen other yachts and up on a hill above the beach
was this large house. There were a lot of people milling around the place and
all of them were in some kind of fetish gear or nude.
Yes it was going to be an interesting evening!
End of Part 13.
